"Divine art, use divine art!"
The Sword Saint Cryus, appointed by the Radiant Divine Kingdom, finally noticed the abnormality and roared loudly.
But the next moment, when his gaze fell on the Arbitration Temple's Divine Magician Sect, he suddenly saw a scene that made him extremely frightened.
All the magic mages, at this moment, some of them had dull eyes, their pupils constricted, soaked in the fear that had turned into an ocean, as if they were experiencing something extremely terrifying.
Others slashed and slashed their companions, refusing to stop even though they had turned them into a dead corpse.
"Do you really think that in a group of rabble, you can be equal to us?"
At this moment, next to the shadow demon dragon, the slender and tall figure finally spoke, "A group of fools, the purpose of making you feel that you are evenly matched, is just to let you relax your vigilance, so that you can wipe out these magic mages!"
” It was like an invisible nuclear bomb, in an instant, swept the entire battlefield, the shadow in the sky, slowly submerged over the city, the originally clear sky, only a cold and dark.
At the summit of the nations, the saint who saw this scene?
Duran's face turned blue in an instant!
At the same time, all the Saint-Rank masters felt that their opponent's offensive had become fierce almost instantly.
Although the Holy Rank will not be affected like ordinary warriors and magicians, but now at a glance, the situation on the entire battlefield is fundamentally defeated, and the soldiers of these shadow legions are like entering a no-man's land, except for a small number of people who are still struggling, there are nearly 100,000 elites, if no one stops them, I am afraid that they will all be buried on this terrible battlefield!
And by then, it would almost be their turn.
Fear and humiliation, for a moment, hung over them like this, not because they were afraid, but because they couldn't accept failure like this.
Suddenly there was a black light in the sky.
The sprayed blood instantly dyed the entire sky red.
I saw that the saint-level warrior wearing golden armor was the strongest man of the Lianshan Principality and the monarch of the country, and a shocking wound was torn from his waist.
"Look!?"
In front of him was an extremely terrifying-looking humanoid monster, holding a huge and exaggerated scythe in his hand, and blood slowly flowed down the blade of the scythe.
He raised his scythe and gently licked the blood from its blade as if he were tasting a glass of sweet wine.
In the sky, a huge terrifying energy gathered in the sky, and then, it turned into a condensed figure.
Duran.
This is a spell projection, and it is a physical projection, with at least thirty percent of his strength.
He waved his hand and sprinkled a strange light, under the illumination of that light, the heavy fear finally had a trace of dissipation, but when the light faded, invisibly, it seemed to be gradually gathering again!
The soldiers, who had gone crazy with fear, finally regained a trace of clarity.
Countless soldiers fled desperately under the pursuit of the Shadow Legion, but in the end, less than half of them remained.
Countless human elites who were originally invincible retreated to the rear as if they were frightened.
Immediately afterward, all the Holy Orders also fought and retreated.
Under the frantic counterattack, a few people immediately hung up on the spot!
"Retreat!"
Saint?
Duran's projection said in a deep voice.
"Retreat!
Retreat now!
Sword Saint Cryus said in a loud voice.
Under the premeditated plan of the Shadow Legion, it seemed that the army was defeated like a mountain, and at this time, the figure on the back of the Shadow Demon Dragon, who was above the long sky, finally made a move.
The giant blade burning with the blazing sun swung as if cutting a huge hole in the sky.
Several Saint Rank leaders bore the brunt of the attack, and just as they were about to raise their strength to resist, they were swept away by a terrifying force.
Several Saint Rank cultivators with lower cultivation instantly let out a "wow" and spat out a mouthful of blood.
The sky was getting more and more gloomy, and it began to rain in a drizzling manner.
The rain washed the blood and gathered into bright red streams that flowed through the streets and alleys.
Countless corpses lying in the ruins, the elite who once shouted the declaration of victory and came to meet the war with confidence.
"They......
And just like that!?
” "That's it......
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Lost?
” The originally lonely and arrogant faces, looking at this scene, were only silent and dazed.
They are the most powerful, the most powerful in the whole world.
They even thought about dying honorably, but never imagined that the ending would be such a wretched scene.
"Retreat......
Fall back!?
Fall back!
” For them, it was as if the war had ended before it had even begun.
"Run?"
The strange man with hooves and feet on the lower half but human on the first half of his life, slowly fell from the sky in front of them under the backdrop of a terrible thunder and hurricane.
It spoke in a low and strange tone, "If it weren't for the intention of destroying you all here, so that we don't have to go to find them one by one in the future, we wouldn't need to bother so much at all!"
” Every word it spits out, it seems to make the space around it vibrate, and the majestic and irrepressible energy around it turns into a hurricane around it, and even tears the space.
It swung out of its palm, and a thick arc of electricity instantly hit the saint?
On Duran's spell projection, almost in the blink of an eye, the spell projection exploded into a cloud of energy foam.
In the conference hall of the summit of the nations, all the evil faces of the hoofed goatee scum were displayed in the projection, and this group of dwarves, elves, and even the supreme powerhouses of the human race all watched such a scene.
It looked up at the sky, and the sky seemed to have fallen into a terrible darkness, as if there was something extremely large in the sky, blocking all the sunlight.
"Damn!
This area cannot be projected!
” "What are they doing!?"
From facing the most glorious lineup in history, to the escape of the Holy Order, it was almost just a day!
"Nope!
Can't be withdrawn!
At this moment, the middle-aged man in golden armor, who was the monarch of the Lianshan Principality and the only Holy Order in this medium-sized country, shouted, "You can't retreat!"
” Looking inward towards the walls of the city, further south, there is only an endless plain, and there is nothing to defend, once this place is lost, the Shadow Legion can drive straight in, and the entire Lianshan Principality, the country and the people will be completely destroyed!
"Can't retreat!"
He roared, but as if no one had heard him, they all retreated.
"No ——!"
With a desperate roar, they watched as the walls crumbled, the houses crumbled, and the entire city shattered under the iron hooves of the Shadow Legion, which relentlessly crushed everything before galloping towards the heart of the principality.
In his eyes, it was as if he saw another human kingdom fall in front of it.
It is a country that has been created by the painstaking efforts of countless generations over a lifetime.
"Can't be withdrawn!"
He pulled the sword Saint Cyrus sent by the Radiant Divine Kingdom.
Cryus coldly shook his hand away.
"You're crazy, Lord Leighton."
It was a slightly fat middle-aged man who was a little balding, and his cold eyes looked at everything in front of him, as if his whole heart was dripping blood.
One after another, the holy steps left, and finally, the heroic young man beside him, who was wearing a scarred armor and was three points similar to him, couldn't hold back any longer, and raised the sword blade in his hand to kill back.
He roared, and was stabbed into the chest by countless spear blades.
"Ah——!
h This middle-aged king, the only Holy Order in the Principality of Lianshan, finally killed back, "I know that a small country like ours is not valued at all, what Holy Order......
It's just a guy who has just reached the threshold of the Holy Rank in his old age, and it is impossible to defeat a truly strong enemy. ” "I know I'm the least useful of us."
"Even so, only I can't retreat!"
As if he was crazy, he rushed up alone, "This is my territory, even if I die, I can only die on this land!"
” "Now let me show you the dignity of a small country!"
The giant sword in his hand swung and opened countless spears and halberds that attacked him, and a touch of hot blood splattered on the pitch-black sky.
At this moment, Wilson suddenly stopped: "Maybe you're right. ” A pitch-black scythe pierced the sky, and the Guardian Sword Saint of the Morning Star Empire suddenly disappeared in place, and when he reappeared, the sword in his hand blocked the deadly scythe with almost incomparable precision.
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"If we all don't do what we do now, when we need someone else's help, I'm afraid there won't be anyone else who can help us!"
He said loudly.
Hearing this, a few more people hesitated and finally stopped.
"A bunch of idiots!"
Several Holy Ranks, including Sword Saint Cleus, quickly led people away.
The loss of the most powerful ally of the Radiant Divine Kingdom was perhaps the darkest moment of their lives.